Another Year Bites the Dust

I turned 26 on October 11th. 26! It’s hard to believe, I am closer to 30 than I am 20.

In all seriousness, I’m fine with getting older I just don’t want to get old alone. That’s when age freaks me out, that’s when I lose my cool-calm-and-collected composure.

I had a bit of a premature party the other day prior to my birthday – it was a pityparty to be exact. I was already extra emotional from being in a low, but the fact that I’m as single as it gets turning 26 really stung. Needless to say, I have some amazing people in my life and as I talked throughout the day with them I gradually started to feel better. By the end of the night I was ready to face 26, better yet I was ready to own it.

I realized that I am so much more than a number and relationship status (shocking I know), I have done so much and I am going to do so much. I should celebrate my 26th year because I’ve worked so hard to have it.

The opportunities ahead of me are limitless, my adventure is continuing and I am grateful for that.

I celebrated my birthday with my family and my sisters all worked together to orchestrate a wonder woman theme. They said they look at me in my life and think that I am wonder woman, which really means a lot to me. It’s silly because she is just a fictional character, BUT she denotes a strength and confidence that I do hope to emulate. The fact my sisters all think of me in that light means I am doing something right.

In my last post I expressed that I was excited about life AND that still rings true at the ripe old age of 26. I am excited about life – about my life.

My life just keeps getting better and I know that my 26th year is no exception. There are no limits.